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Friday, February 10, 2017

Friday Tip

Stay away from places you aren't supposed to be.

It seems to me like a large majority of people who get into trouble are somewhere they probably shouldn't have been anyway. I know, I know... It's a free country, so anyone should be able to go anywhere they want without fear of being accosted.

Should be. But there are a lot of things that should be that don't necessarily jibe with reality. And don't get me started there.

When I was younger, I ended up in places doing things that instinct told me was a bad idea. I got extremely lucky. Getting into a car with a guy I only just met in one bar to go to another bar, thus leaving the safety of my friends' company and the ride I came in to waltz off with stranger dude. Lucky for me, he took me home when I asked. Which brings me to the other stupid thing - I let him take me to my home, so if he had been a psycho, he then knew where I lived. Or the many times I spent walking city streets alone at night. Not smart. Lucky, but still not smart. (Hindsight is 20/20 after all.)

Listen to the voice that tells you this is a bad idea. (And it'll talk to you if you haven't drowned it in alcohol. Jus' sayin'.)

6 comments:

Good advice. I don't always follow it, but I'm getting smarter with age. When I was younger, I had a certain amount of alpha female bravado (and sometimes a badge) to get me through. Can't say I ever got in a stranger's car, though. Nor did I ever let anyone but a date buy me a drink. Huh. Maybe I was smarter than I remember. LOL

Yeah, I really liked this particular guy. He was sexy, smart, nice... and then he invited me to do a line of coke with him. I asked him to take me home because I was 'tired', and then when he called the next day told him I couldn't see him again. He took it very well, but it could've gone really wrong in a hurry.

Forty years ago in England, a new-met German girlfriend talked me into hitchhiking with her, saying we'd be safe together. All my instincts said NO, but I still went.

A really creepy guy picked us up. My new friend sat up front and chatted with him like she'd known him forever. I sat in the back, and worried the whole trip to some tourist place, where he kindly let us off. She considered the whole thing normal. My nerves were shot.

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